What an evening this has turned out to be! More on that later, however.

I can’t wait to get home, to sleep in my own queen size bed, to have home-cooked meals that you don’t need mealpoints for, and, most of all, I’ll have access to a car! I go home the 19th of December. I can make it until Friday.

This is finals week -- also known as Dead Week because of all the sleep-depraved zombies roaming around, looking like they’re dead. I had my Spanish final today. I like to think that I got a high C or better on it. I wouldn’t like to have failed it. I stumbled on the dates of different dictators, gains and losses of land during wars, and whatnot. I should have studied more. But I can only learn from this lapse of judgment.

Now, the moment you’ve all been waiting for.... (I hope it’s not too conceited of me to presume that)

I was on my computer talking to people (most notably lilyprodigious of Oasis fame) and all of a sudden my internet goes out. I thought it would just be a hiccup in the University network so I try in vain to log back on. No such luck. I start looking for other things to do so I hang out with a girl down the hall and fix her computer. After that I head back to my room and in walks a girl from my floor saying that there’s this guy across the quad dancing in his room. The tree in front of the window somewhat obscured the view but I still got to see him. However, I wanted a better look so I go two doors down and see 6 other people – of mixed sex -- in there already. He was a good dancer, but some of his moves seemed a little too…spastic. Either way, he had ‘queer’ written across his forehead (not literally).

So he’s dancing and dancing and he starts fiddling with the fly of his jeans. A second later they fall down in one fell swoop. He’s still dancing. Then he takes off his shirt. Still dancing. It was almost like he was practicing a strip-tease. So now he’s dancing around in his red bikini briefs. Not for long. Now he’s dancing in his birthday suit. He reaches into his closet and either gets some lotion or baby powder and rubs it on his crotch. He looks over to where we (the people on my floor) have amassed and I don’t quite know if he knows we are there or what, but he makes no effort to hide. All the while he is moving to the music, he is nude and looking this way. We turn our lights off and he doesn’t seem to notice. After a 5 minute bout of nudity, he puts his red bikini briefs back on and his shirt too and heads off, presumably to the bathroom. He comes back, strips again, is nude for about two minutes and then grabs a towel, is about to head for the door, but comes back to the window and opens his towel again (maybe to give us a little show (mind you there was nothing little about it ;) or perhaps he was checking himself out in the reflection). He wraps the towel around himself and heads off (presumably to the bathroom again).

He comes back about 10 minutes later, dries himself off and gets dressed in blue bikini briefs, jeans, a shirt, and douses himself in cologne, grabs a jacket, then heads out the door. The 12 or so people in the room that have amassed for Act III (the post-shower part) collectively agreed that we wouldn’t yell out the window “NICE SHOW